Duncan Fox: Slave wife

Taking another fingerful of goo, he dabbed it on her winkie. The cool grease made her bung spasm again. Putting the end of his long, blunt middle finger on her fucked shitter, Max slowly violated her hot depths. He could feel the cream melting from their combined heat.

Kim moaned softly as her ass was drilled by her husband's digit. Out of the corner of his eye, Max saw the sweat on Eva's face. As she watched, she chewed uselessly on the wadded napkin gagging her. Bob had his hand around his cock and was stroking it gently.

"Here," Max said, giving the grease to Bob. "Oil your prick or it'll hurt her too much." For a second he thought Bob was going to refuse the oil.

Then Bob took it and spread a thick layer of it over his jutting cock.

Max drew his finger out of Kim's butt and wiped it on her back, left shiny streaks of soiled grease on her bare flesh. Then he spread Kim's ass-cheeks and stood to one side so Bob could aim his cock at the brown target.

Bob set his cock against Kim's tail hole. Max's prick drooled with lust at the sight. Then, as Kim moaned, Bob bored his prick straight into her bowels. The sight of Bob's cock disappearing into Kim's tail made Max's balls knot up against his gut.

Eva's eyes were wide. She looked half crazy as she watched her husband bugger Kim. Eva writhed against the ropes biting into her flesh, fought the gag like a spirited horse chafing at the bit. The flaming hot pink of her cunt-lips left no doubt about her arousal.

Bob stroked his cock in and out of Kim's butt. It emerged from her distended bung like a well-oiled piston rod from a steam engine, then went back in like a ramrod. It looked as if Kim's ass was going to be split by the cruel reaming. But Kim's moans were moans of lust, not pain. As she accepted the buggering, she squirmed against the ropes binding her to the table.

Bob grabbed Kim's waist as he pistoned his prick in her greasy tail-hole. His drives began to pick up speed as his lust boiled higher. His balls thumped Kim's juicy pussy with soggy slaps. The cords of muscle in his neck stood out rigidly as he corn-holed the helpless blonde. He didn't spare his own writhing wife a glance as he ravaged Kim.

Max was hovering close as Bob fucked Kim's asshole. He tried to tell himself it was to make sure Kim didn't get hurt. But he knew deep down it was for the pure voyeuristic pleasure of watching Kim take cock up her ass. Taking a thick glob of the grease, Max began to oil his prick as Bob's drives indicated he was nearing his cumming.

Bob growled softly in his throat as he bored full depth into Kim's shuddering backside. His cock pumped and spasmed heavily as he unloaded his cream in Kim's shit-chute. Kim moaned as she felt his hot goo flood her ravaged bowels.

His guts drained, Bob wasted no time. He drew out of her ass before his cock had begun to wither. Max didn't mess around, or wait for an invitation to take Bob's place. Max set his prick-head against Kim's glistening, cum-flooded asshole and slowly drove into her rear.

Kim moaned as his cock slid into her rectum on a thick coating of grease and cum. Her asshole accepted his shaft with barely a spasm. As his cock became accustomed to the heat of her slick tunnel, Max dug his hinds under her soft belly, pried toward her twat. Finding her hot, sopping pussy, he drove two fingers into her cunt, felt how it was pinched by the cock up her rear.

Kim moaned and humped against his hand. Her asshole stroked his prick crazily as she shifted and squirmed. Max ground his palm against her cunt as he stroked his cock in her asshole. Finger-fucking her as he buggered her, he brought her to a whining cumming as his semen boiled and bubbled with horniness. He felt her cunt flood heavily over his fingers. The slimy walls spasmed as she came.

Max's cumming burst from his cock like steam, hosed her shitty depths with thick, boiling shots of jizz. His balls were a tight cramped knot of ecstasy. Max poured his full searing load into Kim's asshole. He held on until every last drop of cum was wrung from his groin and his prick began to shrink. Then he slowly lay on top of her, ground her against the table as he tenderly kissed her sweaty cheek.

As he cuddled Kim, he looked over at Eva. Bob was untying the gag, dragging the sodden napkin out of his wife's mouth. For a moment, Max thought Bob was going to release Eva. Then he stared with astonishment as Bob straddled the chair and then rocked it back on its back legs until Eva's mouth was level with his drooping, greasy, shitty cock. Max's belly revolted in disgust. Eva opened her mouth and slowly devoured her husband's fouled cock. She licked and sucked it clean.

"I need to go to the bathroom, honey," Kim whimpered beneath him. "It's like I took an enema."

Max managed to haul himself off her and release her from the table. "I guess you did, baby. Stay naked."

"Yes, Max," Kim sighed as she made her way wearily to the toilet.

Max turned his attention to the way Eva was being forced to suck soiled cock. Bob's dick was swollen and ready again. He was fucking her face by rocking the chair back and forth. The joints of the legs were groaning in a way that made Max wonder if they were going to break.

Eva's expression was one of pure wanton lust as she accepted the gross humiliation. It looked as if binding her had released the same sex-crazed beast Max had found in Kim. The way Eva's lips and jaw and throat worked there was no doubt she was doing everything in her power to satisfy her man, to take a load of cum from his prick.

She got it. The pulses of Bob's cumming were slow, throbbing ones, as if he was searching his guts for every spurt, squeezing it out of concealed recesses.

Kim returned from the john and nestled herself wearily against Max as Bob's cumming faded out. As he drew his dick out of Eva's mouth, a final squirt of cum smeared her lip and dripped slowly down her chin.

"Filthy bitch," Bob growled at his helpless wife.

Eva nodded wearily as he backed off. He tilted the chair upright as he moved away. Her head was hanging. Her glorious black locks were a tangled and matted mess around her cum-smeared face. Her cheeks were still marked by the tight gagging. The ropes across her breasts had slipped down. Inflamed stripes gleamed on her white mounds.

"You loved it, didn't you?" Bob asked her.

"God, yes," Eva whispered hoarsely.

"Thanks, Max," Bob said gratefully, turning away from his exhausted woman.

"What for?" Max asked, puzzled.

"Eva and I have been having… problems. I think we just found the solution."

Max shrugged. "Glad we could help."

Bob turned and began untying Eva. "Come on, kid. Time to go home. We'll talk about this tomorrow."

A few minutes later Kim and Max were in bed and she was snuggled lovingly in his arms. They both slid into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Max strolled out into the warm morning sun. It had been two weeks since the evening with Bob and Eva. Until now he had been worried about not hearing from them. The action had been heavier than he had expected, and he thought it might have queered their marriage when they had come to their senses. Bob's telephone call had left Max reassured, but also puzzled.

Kim looked up from her magazine. She was, on Max's orders, nude. The slave anklet looked brutal and harsh against her soft skin. She was accustomed to it now.

"Who was it on the phone?" Kim asked.

"Bob, inviting us over for a barbecue," Max answered.

"When?"

"Today."

"Not today!" Kim wailed.

"What's the matter?" Max asked.

"I don't have a thing to wear! Absolutely everything I have is dirty," she explained.

Max chuckled. "No problem. Bob said to bring you nude."

"How?"

"I'll wrap you in something so we don't get arrested."